Silence-Macabre

About me? Mhmmm, i'm "just" ME. Moody, lazy, always sleepy, cynic, misanthrope, shy, solitary, patient, romantic, generous and...
Wanna know more "about me"?? Ask! lol.


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I like:
- Reading (books books booksssssssss, i cant live without them)
- Listening music, goth, darkwave, ebm and so on...
- Playing videogames (Katamari Damacy forever, this game is hypnotic!!!!)
- Rainy days.
- Nutella.
- Winter & Snow.
- blah blah blah.
- put here some other random shit.

I dislike:
- victimhood.
- hypocrisy.
- discos.
- egocentric people.
- facebook addicted people.
- Berlusconi! ^^
- ...

And now, something different, a quote!!! lol.

From Spoon River Anthology, Edgard Lee Masters:

ELIZABETH CHILDERS
Dust of my dust,
And dust with my dust,
O, child who died as you entered the world,
Dead with my death!
Not knowing
Breath, though you tried so hard,
With a heart that beat when you lived with me,
And stopped when you left me for Life.
It is well, my child.
For you never traveled
The long, long way that begins with school days,
When little fingers blur under the tears
That fall on the crooked letters.
And the earliest wound, when a little mate
Leaves you alone for another;
And sickness, and the face of
Fear by the bed;
The death of a father or mother;
Or shame for them, or poverty;
The maiden sorrow of school days ended;
And eyeless Nature that makes you drink
From the cup of Love, though you know it's poisoned;
To whom would your flower-face have been lifted?
Botanist, weakling?
Cry of what blood to yours?--
Pure or foul, for it makes no matter,
It's blood that calls to our blood.
And then your children -- oh, what might they be?
And what your sorrow?
Child! Child
Death is better than Life.


Damn, i'm sooooo ORIGINAL. Ah ah ah ah!